So there I was, at the old Stone Gateway at the far end of the Grinds, face to face with a pair of lions.
They didn’t seem to be particularly bothered that I was there, instead they sat, staring forwards… well one sat, the other lay. If they didn’t blink on the odd occasion, I’d have said they were realistic statues, but no, they were real. They moved.
And occasionally, they’d growl.
“Hush, now” A voice called out from the other side of the archway. “That is no way to welcome our new friend.”
A second or two later, the voice’s owner emerged through the Gateway. She seemed to glide rather than walk, as she was wearing a large green frock that went down to the ground. She approached the sitting lion and gently tickled him behind his ear. He purred, loud and content.
“Hello, Tom.” She said, her voice having just a hint of a rustle to it. “I’m Flora. You can pay no heed to these kittens”
I was about to speak, when she stopped me.
“I’m just letting you know that I’m here.” She said, and I started to experience déjà vu. “Take a photo of me with your mobile phone, and we will be gone.”
I did as she asked, and was then distracted by the sound of several birds flying overhead. The lions both looked upwards, but Flora remained as she was, smiling enigmatically. I followed the lions glances and looked to see several birds, ducks I think, flying in a triangular formation.
I brought my attention to the ground again, and Flora and the lions had disappeared.
And there was I thinking I was having an odd-free week… perish the thought. It’s only Tuesday after all!
The Mansionic Perspective 
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